Life is a Musical.
I realised today how often I sing to Milla and I came to the conclusion that I may well sing more words in a day than speak them. I then spent the rest of the day quietly observing how often my husband sang to Milla, and he too appeared to sing more than speak. Unhealthy.
Our singing is not just your every day lullabies either, but fictitious songs like: “Eat Your Yummy Carrots, Yum, Yum, Yum,” to the horrific tune of She’ll be Coming ‘Round the Mountain” and worse still: “Wow, What a Big Poo” to the tune of “Where is Thumbkin?” and instead of ‘here I am’ it’s ‘ew, ew, ew.’ Despicable, I know!
I must say though, she doesn’t complain. Quite the opposite really – as soon as we start our melody, her whole face lights up and she actually starts to do a little bouncing, rocking jig.
Still, we will have to tone it down (pardon the pun) and not act too surprised when her first words come out as a sing-song.
April 17th, 2009 at 8:52 am
I too find myself singing but perhaps I just have a bad voice because every time I sing Wrigglebot yells at me to stop saying that singing only belongs in Play School or Playgroup.
April 17th, 2009 at 2:10 pm
That is truly funny, i would love it if that continued into adult life.
“La la la that will be seven ninety five drive through please la la la.”
Hilarious.
April 24th, 2009 at 12:31 pm
I read recently about research that has proved singing to improve a child’s learning significantly…i’ve decided to keep it up (they didn’t mention what kind of songs but i’m pretty sure the poo ones will need to be kept to a minimum). Sounds like I may only have a few years left anyway until Milla learns the words ‘shut’ and ‘up’ – So I had better make the most of it